Tuesday, May 09, 2017

9~ Crochet Blues

Is this a sad post? Maybe, a bit. If it is, it's my own darn fault. The trouble begins with granny squares; I keep making them, and when I ran out of rose colored yarn, I switched to blue ones. But I still had not learned a satisfying way to attach them. Now I have a drawer, overflowing, with rose and gray squares, and another drawer crammed with blue squares. Ok... that's the first part of my blues... Recently I decided to start a blue, cotton yarn blanket, and I committed to making it wide enough to attach rows of the blue granny squares from my stash. I measured. I planned. I was sure. The double crocheted rows of blue cotton yarn are coming along, and I concocted a solid method for attaching the granny squares (at last!) But guess what?? My strip of attached granny squares is too short to align with the blanket. Two and half inches, too short... but, my planning! The measuring! The confidence! Foiled. Shut down. Humiliated. Vexed. Addled. Instead of eliminating a work. in. progress. with a grand endeavor, I have created another wip. Now I have two incomplete, poorly planned blue cotton yarn works in progress. (And let's not even raise the question... Who needs to make blankets??)

2 comments:

Just add in extra in betweenings to make those grannies snug right in. Homemade is the best made, always. Be as creative as I know you are, let go of the preconceived plan, and see what happens when you improvise. I can guarantee that the result will be treasured.

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I'd like to buy the world a heating pad. This is my current obsession. Thank you, Mahshid. She came over, gave me support and tools for healing, and she advised me to use a heating pad. My Mom bought one for me... and it's been amazing. It covers my back, and has flaps that drape over my shoulders. I use it on the low setting, and even though I haven't felt particularly "cold," the warmth is relaxing, calming, comforting, good. I suspect it may be one of those "obvious" things that I am lately discovering, but in case you don't know: Use a heating pad.

December 18,2018

8:57 am

I drove today. It was to test drive a 2018 Honda Odyssey. Guess what... they're space age fancy and smell like power. I skipped the freeway and just took it around the block. Honestly, I'm not exactly ready for primetime. And all day long as we compared the pros and cons of mini-vans, trucks, foreign, or domestic... my brain kept interjecting, "Let's just drive JettPuff a few more years." But that is not an option.

December 15, 2018

9:05 pm

“Keep a record of your injuries, and pain.” For the record, the pain tonight is awful. Left arm: hurts. Right shoulder: frozen in pain. Abdomen: twingy, tender. Neck and jaw: sore, tense. Still having headaches. My best progress: Accepting, and seeking help. Also hard: Canceling some of our holiday plans.

December 12, 2018

11:10 pm

I don’t know what to do with myself. Resting makes me stiff and feeling useless. Being “useful” makes me tired, woozy... sometimes words hang in mid-air, just out of reach. I find new bruises. The accident replays in my mind. I’m sad, and starting to feel mad... she destroyed things, plans, peace of mind. I’ll post this here... temporary. I’ll be glad to move on.

December 9, 2018

All of my wisdom about “relaxing...” well, it may have done some good, up to a point. I had a better and better day and felt even more buoyed after a lunch treat with Paul and Janece. But. But I went to the market for bread to go with the soup I made (I’m rambling, I know. Bear with me.) To the point: Another driver turned into my lane and because she did it from a right turn, I never had an inkling of her being in my view. It was a horrifying head-on collision. I doubt either of us even braked. In no time I had a clear road, in both directions and then just her car hurling into my poor Jett Puff. Air bag. Ambulance. It’s a long story. And maybe I’m looking for silver linings, but I like to think my car made a last heroic act, and my last sensation, before disaster, was... I’m happy, relaxed. I’m also concussed, so if none of this makes sense... well, there you go.

Out To Lunch :: I am so lucky!

December 6, 2018

12:27 pm

Confession: I am making myself miserable worrying about my utter lack of "professionalism." Tonight I will be attending a holiday party for "Art Leaders" in San Diego. Leaders. Art Leaders! This feels so portentous and full of opportunities, but I am struggling with imposter syndrome, rusty skills, and no business cards. Also, I put some art (ok just 1 print) on a selling site, and again, I am plagued with nameless dread and doubt. My dreams and hopes do not match my confidence and nerve.

December 5, 2018

11:53 am

It rained and rained and rained. The garden is happy. The goats are dismayed. All is well.